little use

what if she did
it is of little use now
it is unfair for failure
to be kept accurate
what if I did
it is no avail now
I thought I was lonely
and she was no
friend then
I didn’t want to
feel it anymore
albatrosses, crucifixes
destiny; it is a
funny thing
looking back
to seminal
trajectory and
neglect is a tiny
phrase that lawyers
use to rest their case
there were no sunsets
or romance of bitter allusions
that ate up the silence
she was a cracked mask
from a carnival
rapture befallen a
grifter's silver tongue
a slippery reverie
that salutations
like dear sir
and for whom
this may concern
resolve conflicts
connected to
obscure sufferings
unknown to me now


July 8, 2009

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